Laying Low Behind the White Snake to Build an Immortal Clan for the Ages

I, Ji Qinglin, am just an idle nobody keeping out of trouble behind the White Snake Lady. How did I end up revered by all under heaven? After transmigrating to the brutal primeval lands, Ji Qinglin awakens the destiny [Heaven’s Blessing]: anyone who forms a pact with him can receive one of his past lives’ immortal roots, bone structure, spiritual sensitivity, or bloodline. When those who receive the blessing cultivate using their gifted immortal roots, bone structure, spiritual sensitivity, or bloodline, Ji Qinglin gains the same cultivation level. This is how Ji Qinglin grasps the true secret of longevity: raising a hundred talented descendants is a hundred times faster than cultivating alone! His eldest legitimate daughter receives the immortal root [Ice Skin and Jade Bones], takes charge of ten thousand acres of medicinal fields, and brews Foundation Establishment Pills that Qi Refining cultivators fight over. His eldest legitimate son receives the spiritual sensitivity [Righteous Qi in Motion]. With righteous qi pouring into him, he founds the Confucian sword lineage and sweeps away demons for sixty years with nothing but a man and a sword! Even the adopted son he picked up by the roadside uses his indestructible diamond body to break through a demonic lair and carry back a spirit vein as his betrothal gift! At his eight-hundredth birthday celebration, Ji Qinglin looks at the hall full of great-grandchildren at the Nascent Soul stage, pleased that he can finally retire in peace. “Disaster, Ancestor! The four great immortal clans are at our door, saying they’ll wipe out the Ji family’s legacy!” Ji Qinglin’s expression darkens. He stops laying low and reveals the truth, manifesting a hundred-thousand-zhang avatar. With one hand, he smashes the heads of the four great immortal clans, while a thousand rainbows rise from the hundred thousand mountains behind him. They are all Ji family descendants he personally blessed. “Tell everyone under heaven: anyone who harms a descendant of the Ji clan will have their entire clan exterminated, their legacy erased, and their line cut off!” Half a month later, cornered in the alchemy room by the Most Holy Sage, Ji Qinglin says helplessly, “Let’s get this straight. I’ll serve as deputy leader of the Confucian Temple, but I’m not handling any affairs!” “Ancestor, so many Martial Gods from the military schools have arrived outside, begging you to become the new founder of their tradition!” Ji Qinglin: “...”